So we all know that when you have that itch, that annoying little tickle,
That makes you squirm, that makes you wriggle,
That sensation that you just can’t stand, that makes your day seem dull and bland.
It sometimes starts in your toes, it sometimes starts on your nose,
But what do you do, when it’s a place you can’t get to?
You do what any sensible warthog would do…
You find the nearest stump, to scratch that voluptuous rump,
Remembering to ease in to it, so that you don’t overdo it.
Then there are those warthogs that seek the ultimate high, when they manage to scratch that itch on their inner thigh.
So next time you have a wiggle in your bum, don’t be glum,
Find a chum and have some fun.
This warthog poem was created by the Zululand Rhino Reserve (South Africa) wildlife monitors Zoë Luhdo, Michelle Swemmer and conservation volunteer Ann Bennet. The idea came to them after they found this amusing series of photographs that was captured by the reserve’s camera traps.